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Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Chris is gone...

I guess it's better than "pulling the plug" -- she did it on her own. And now I don't have to make that decision of whether to be there or not...

I did visit her on Sunday, she was unresponsive, but I sat and talked to her, told her I loved her, thanked her for her friendship, cried, and said goodbye, again.

I am heartbroken. Still can't believe this happening --- though logically I knew it was coming.

I had oral surgery today and it was just awful. A real nightmare. And have to go back for "part 2" of the surgery on Thursday, not looking forward to that. This time they are going to give a sedation. I got home from that ordeal to get the phone call about Chris. I cried so hard, but my nose was so numb from the oral surgery, I couldn't blow my nose.

I'm a mess --- and wondering why everyone seems to be dying around me? And don't know how much more of this I can take.... Feels like I'm cursed.

3 comments:

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Diane, I am so sorry to hear of Chris passing. She was a wonderful friend to you and Bob.I hope your dental work went well. I have spent more time getting work done on a tooth than I ever thought possible.

So sorry to hear about Chris's passing. It does seem like you have had more than your share of having to deal with death. I do hope you have someone in your circle of friends or family you can reach out to for support. I bet that Kona is a comfort, but a human voice to express caring is better, I know. Thinking of you with caring. Joyce

I can understand why it feels like you're cursed, but you're not, you are just living your life, and this is one of the sucky parts. I hope it gets better quickly, and you meet new wonderful friends and have happiness. You will always miss Bob and now Chris, and carry them with you, but new adventures will come your way. Peace.

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About Me

Bob and I were married 09/16/94. He is my soulmate, the love of my life. Bob is an artist and I am a writer.
On 10/20/10, Bob, following his doctor's advice, underwent a carotid endarterectomy. When I left him in ICU that night, he was fine and I thought in good hands. Two hours after my departure, a nurse noted on his chart that Bob's speech was slurred and his right arm was paralyzed. The nurse did not call a doctor. Later that night, the nurse noted that Bob could not move his right arm or leg, still a doctor was not called. The next morning, the nurse noted that he was paralyzed on the right side, a "12" on the Glasgow Coma Scale, disoriented and confused, but no doctor was informed. I arrived at 9:00 a.m. and immediately called for the doctor. He was rushed to surgery. It was 12 hours too late. The CAT scan showed 2/3 of his brain had been damaged. I was told he would not survive. Somehow, he did.
Bob was discharged from the hospital on 12/31/10 and, although the hospital wanted him sent to a nursing home, I brought him home instead. This is the story of our journey since that day. This is also a love story.
(Bob passed away 5/28/15 and I am trying to survive....)